When I think about her, I imagine her face, her smile, those eyes, that body, like snapshots in my mind. It doesn’t matter how many pictures I have, it’s never enough, I crave to see her and am thankful for my memories but I realised today what I miss most. The way she moves. I’m picturing her now, just going about mundane tasks, maybe brushing her long dark hair or moving around the kitchen or working at her computer. I’ve talked before about the cadence and rhythm of her voice and her movements have a similar intoxication for me. Her rhythm, her cadence as she moves, lithe, purposeful, a secret dance, connected to the music of her soul. I’m thinking of her dancing, the way she dips her hips, walking, how her elbows come in to play when there’s a need to move quickly, strolling, how she swings her arms, hand in mine, the spring in her step when she’s feeling joyous, the way she’ll turn her head and just catch my eye, a smile forming, the way she throws her head back when she laughs spontaneously. Yes, her movements are what I miss, I could watch her forever, I hope I get to.

It is not just the mundane though, it’s how she’ll lose herself to me, how she bucks and quivers as I make her come. How she takes me in her mouth, there’s a rhythm there too, I can picture it now, she’ll take me deep again and again and then pause and look up at me with those eyes, saliva running from her lips, an arousing picture but it’s the way she moves that really gets me hard. How she pushes back against me as I take her from behind, the way she twists her beautiful neck to look back at me, the imperceptible nod, another rhythm, a secret rhythm reserved just for us. The way she’ll slide smoothly and sleepily towards me and lay her head on my chest afterwards, always effortless and familiar, another movement I crave. Her rhythm is hypnotic to me, pictures don’t do that justice, don’t do her justice.

Perhaps it’s just that we are meant to be together, compatible in every way, her movements seem to ignite my mind and my heart, watching her move turns me on, along with everything else about her but movements are so natural and deeply rooted, it’s a window on her soul, her secret dance, I can tell how she’s feeling just watching her. I see her and I love her, crave her, need her.

My goddess, I love how you move, I love to watch you, I can see you now, tiny movies playing in my memories. Can’t wait to make some more of those. I love you, I adore you, I am hypnotized by you, I want you to be moving against me, with me, let the world slide away. One day closer my love.

God, I pray to you every day now, asking for guidance and helping me find the path back to her, I didn’t realise it would be such a long path but the best things require the greatest effort, I’m learning my lessons but I implore you, help me see her move again.

Universe, wtf?, I’ve been a bit busy to be in touch recently, I’ll be having a word with you really soon